The Cursed Reunion
I remember the initial days in the Orphanage when I was brought there at 4, a small, scared child with a worn-out doll. My brother, Raghav, was six. They told me he was a handful, always getting into trouble, always trying to run away. But to me, he was just my brother, my only link to a past I couldn’t remember. He was my protector, the one who would sneak me extra biscuits at dinner and tell me stories of a world outside the orphanage walls.
